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Today's poem was inspired in part by the surprise of a pretty sunrise,
where I had mentally prepared for a rainy start to today,
and the lusty robin heralding new morning and maybe forecasted rain too 😅💖
Also by the sudden conviction that we all should want to wonder more
at our Creator whose morning/mercy never misses its mark!
...and, mercy bespoke??
yes! not the way man orders it
but the way God orders it, perfectly, undeservedly!
The gilt-edged grace-pledged morning spills
From molten molds, mercy-bespoke
To draw the dark from dells and rills
And hills and fields like a plush cloak
Tugged from yon verge’s frameless clime
Unveiling vistas perched like art
On pedestals as old as time
To strike sheer wonder to the heart
For He, whose faithfulness remains
In spite of recreant reply
God’s covenant of old sustains
Renewal, filling earth and sky
Where you and I are not forgot
Caught between what was and will be
On a fresh threshold, mercy-wrought
On the verge of eternity
Where none can see how near or far
We are to The Sunrise That Flings
One Final Gilt-edged Gate Ajar
To draw the soul on welkin wings
Beyond this Bar of Burdened Must
And trust, not for the faint of heart
Where gilt-edged daybreak cheers tear-dust
With mercy-bespoke works of art
While we weather four-season’s wraith
The tether round wings not yet spanned
Where warp and weft of hope and faith
Confounds the ground whereon we stand
Feathering from the soul, the shroud
That fickle fools dote on and laud
Forgetting the fate of the proud
On That Morning that unveils God
…where gilt-edged, grace-pledged morn extends
The great divide, where heavens brim
With glimpses of He who befriends
The creature who confides in Him
Where, without fail He fills the dark
Awakens the trill of the lark
Kindles anew, devotion’s prayer
Where often we misunderstand
The Faithful Hand that tips the grail
That pours across the slumb’ring land
Ethereal sands that rend night’s veil
Where, on Creation’s Pedestal
Once more He plants love’s Living Proof
An every-morn Original
That only fools dare hold aloof
© Janet Martin
Lam.3:21-26-31-33
his I recall to my mind,
Therefore I have hope.
22 Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
23 They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I hope in Him!”
25 The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,
To the soul who seeks Him.
26 It is good that one should hope and wait quietly
For the salvation of the Lord...
For the Lord will not cast off forever.
32 Though He causes grief,
Yet He will show compassion
According to the multitude of His mercies.
33 For He does not afflict [i]willingly,
Nor grieve the children of men.
I've shared this song many times because I love to listen to it
in the morning when I rise...I hope you do too🙏💓
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